Seven A.M., there's a shadow stretching
across my bedroom floor.
It's getting closer and closer.
It makes eleven A.M.
feel as though I've been up for days.
It must be my brain,
it plays tricks on me
again and again and again.

And so it seems, I'm losing my mind
when I say I'm okay
don't believe me
I'm feeding you lies.

Seven silhouettes; standing in a row,
watching me watch these pointless,
late-night TV shows.
The moment I fall asleep
they whisper their thoughts in code.
I wake in an empty room
with the door locked shut
and the blinds
closed.

I'm losing my mind.
When I say I'm okay,
don't believe me I'm feeding you lies.
I've got a feeling in my brain,
it might make me insane,
but I'll reach the top
if I can hop on the Orange Train.